The One

Thorns laid out upon the path
I walked in blissful unconcern.
The outpouring of my life
source of subtle rumble in your being.

Let not this taintless Bond
ever turn into a fruitless desert sand.

In search of whom you ventured out
Of your home and of your self

In love of whose grace you broke
internal and external limitations

In the pain of knowing whom you
tumbled and twisted in all the million ways

In the desperation of finding whom you
turned over all the stones in your path

Nothing remained untouched

And yet the one remain untouched

Like the adamant child who cries for all the toys in the shop
And the loving mother gives in to his demands

But the child never can find true love in the toys
Only later does he realise

After all the toys have been played with.